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"It's in you and you are it"

The lost memories

Of a past

Gathering dust,

Being kept untouched

Since centuries of attempts

To forget.

Noticeable. Obvious.

It stays. Motionless. Still.

The mind if it may,

But the heart never does.

It comes in flashes,

Dreams and thoughts.

The realization of

Some dealings left undealt.

So either face it.

Or act like you don't remember.

You can't probably

Count till twelve,

And forget

December?

"An emotional facet 

Of a topaz lie

Or the darker side

Of a truth you complied"